Space obsession, queen confessions.
Some seasons, my sky fills with too many moons. I don’t know when they arrived—only that one day I looked up inside myself and saw them: pale, restless orbs circling closer than they should. Each one moody in its own way. One swells with worry until it feels impossibly bright and heavy. Another waxes and…
There was a time when she and I orbited the same small star. We had been pulled together years earlier—two lonely planets caught in each other’s gravity, spinning close enough that our atmospheres brushed and sparked. For a long while, it felt like home. We shared nights lit by the same constellations, whispered secrets across…